laughing through tears.

I feel like we’re constantly talking in comparisons and relationships because we cross borders all the time. Languages change and people change, but everything physically touches, so it all relates. How is it the same? How is it different? What does it taste like? How do you feel when people look at you, when they talk to you? Questions lead to speculation. This life is stimulating. When I have little routine and few obligations, my senses are heightened. Other people’s rhythms wake me from my daydreams. We share smiles and space. I’m grateful.